Anthony Anderson credited as playing...
Glen Whitmann
- Sam Witwicky: So...
- Maggie Madsen: What'd they get you for?
- Sam Witwicky: I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot.
- Glen: [whispered] Wow.
- Sam Witwicky: Who knew?
- [Keller enters the FBI interrogation room]
- Maggie Madsen: What's going on?
- Keller: You're coming with me. You're going to be my advisor.
- Glen Whitmann: Me, too?
- Keller: Who's this?
- Maggie Madsen: He's... MY advisor.
- Keller: He comes too.
- Glen Whitmann: Okay, Maggie, look. Let me break it down to you, how it's gonna happen. They gonna come through that door, they're gonna play good cop, bad cop. Don't fall for that, alright?
- [Maggie rubs her head]
- Glen Whitmann: That's why I ate their food. See, they put the plate of donuts out here to test your guilt. If you don't touch it, you're guilty!
- [exhibits empty plate]
- Glen Whitmann: I ate the whole plate. The WHOLE plate. So, me and you: they walk through that door, you don't say nothing.
- [Agents enter the room, and Glen is calm up to the point an agent places his briefcase on the table...]
- Glen Whitmann: [pointing to Maggie] It was her! She did it! She did it! She's the one you want!
- Maggie Madsen: Glen!
- Glen Whitmann: Don't talk to me! Don't talk to me criminal!
- [burps]
- Glen Whitmann: Woah, sugar rush.
- [Epps and Glen stare at the gashes in the All Spark chamber]
- USAF Tech Sergeant Epps: What's that? Freddy Krueger been up in here or something?
- Glen Whitmann: Oh, no, man. Freddy Krueger have four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine!
- [growls and laughs]
- Glen Whitmann: Right? That's Wolverine!
- Agent Simmons: [in a serious tone] That's very funny.
- Glen Whitmann: Get off my grandmama's carpet! She don't like nobody on the carpet! Especially police!
- Glen Whitmann: Maggie? No! This is my private area, my place of Zen and peace.
- [Glenn's grandmother yells at him]
- Glen Whitmann: SHUT UP, GRANDMA!
- Maggie Madsen: Glen, seriously, don't you want to see something classified?
- Glen Whitmann: ...how classified?
- Maggie Madsen: Like "I will go to jail for the rest of my life for showing you" classified.
- Glen Whitmann: Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
- Glen's Grandmother: Glen! Who is...
- Glen Whitmann: [yells] SHUT UP, GRANDMA!
- Glen's Grandmother: Glen!
- Glen Whitmann: GRANDMAMA, DRINK YOUR PRUNE JUICE!
- [Simmons, Keller, Maggie and Glenn test a radio to see if it still operates]
- Agent Simmons: [finding success] We're hot! We're live!
- Glen Whitmann: Where are the mics?
- Agent Simmons: [freezes] ... Mics?
- Glen Whitmann: This doesn't work without mics, Simmons!
- Agent Simmons: No, no, no, no, no!